Words by Khaetidawne and Brendan Quirk.
The photo was taken in June of 2019. This print was made in December, 2020 on 8” x 10” paper.
See the first post below for the text for this image.
“The Rock Face moves about wherever rocks or boulders may be
I’ve met Rock Face on the ground on huge flattened shelves,
Or long fallen cliffs half buried and looking up at me,
In stony edged walls, however deep in the forest you delve.”
I was talking to myself as I walked about the forest, leading the way
They were listening to me, and all I had to say
“Is that you, Rock Face? With your eyes shut up so tight?
Did I step on your face? Are you alright?”
My questions, when heard, were met with a groan
The four bristled, then I heard tech guy exclaim,
“If he answers you, I’ll get him on my microphone
I’m certain it’ll pick up his voice, that is my aim.”